When her song's on the radio A little crazy with a blue jean tear My baby's hands in the air don't have a care Gets a RayBan's stare just about everywhere we go. Jesus and gypsy soul Yeah, that's how she rocks, that's how she rolls. 'Cause she likes to

As Arabella Just might have tapped into your mind and soul You can't be sure My days end best when this sunset gets itself Behind that little lady sitting on the passenger side It's much less picturesque without her catching the light The horizon tries

I want a little steam on my clothes What's the matter daddy, come on, save my soul I want a little sugar in my bowl I want a little sweetness down in my soul I could stand some lovin', oh so bad Feel so funny, I feel so sad Maybe I could fix things up so

Consign myself away I've built myself with molten steel My skeletal hands are wired and worn I'm becoming a compound so I push and pull Electric currents replace blood cells Eccentric circuits my soul connects Spheric and strong I no longer break down I

Money, money, money, money! "He's a sweet, soul, brother!" Money, money, money, money! "You make me feel so goooood!" Money, money, money, money! In the world of change, here I am

And there go you How much for your soul and uh Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew You got what I want I got what you need I hate rich niggas goddammit Cause I ain't never had a lot dammit Know you felt the shit just now

What would you do then What if I let it go What if I couldn't lose What if you couldn't win What if you couldn't stop me What would you do What if I sold my soul What if I lost control What if I blew these M's

It just gets all the way to me It ain't like smoke gets in your clothes Naw, it cuts through my skin and digs in way down deep Soaks in like rain Burns like a flame Takes ahold of my soul underneath Something 'bout George Jones on the headphones Truth

Together we stand We won't take no more Cause we're winners And winners take all Na, na, na-na-na na-na Na-na, na-na-na-na Na-na-na, na The price is high When you keep the score Take your souls

Oh oh, sing me that song At least there's some song bringing me home Oh oh, same old song I left my soul sold, play me rock and roll It was a hard time living in the city Broke my mind, I was trying hard to fit in Somehow I tried to belong They were